Orders

The struggle is to choose what and when and how to love. To love as a rationally traveled path. In just cause and righteous supposition. Not in enmity with the heart. But with peaceful succumb to what is true and right.

Pleasure is a constant combatant in this process. Equally vexxing both mind and heart as to the present's action, or inaction, towards a dreamy goal. Dividing and conquering both, alluring them to false promises of peace and tranquillity. Turning them against each other in a constant cold war of attrition.

Rationality caging feeling, pushing it down and burying it under it's trifling problem solving.

Sentiment, illuding the mind. Painting itself as magic, mystical and occult. Unattainable and slaved to pleasure.

Pleasure, which from childhood, occupies the mind with the repeating cycles of addiction, cycles which the mind operates under, most efficiently. Pleasure, which mesmerises the heart, filling it with spring's vivacious colors, smells and tastes.

The struggle is to choose.

In harmony cooperate both the rational mind and the childlike heart. In philosophy measure and tame both. Draft their resources and unite them, soldiers in the campaign of which you are the commander.

For such is your blessing. Born a commander to life's campaign. Do not let your soldiers undermine you. They must obey your orders as you give them.

So struggle to find the orders you want to give. For if you don't, since orders must and will be given, you will give the ones you do not want to give.